The Bad and the Unsure Of. (A Fosters / brallie Fanfiction)

Away/ The Bail Out

Brandon's p.o.v.

We pull up into juvy, I am pulled inside by my hancuffs. I can feel them cutting into my skin. But not like they care, right? I am pulled into a room, where I change into the too familiar of blue jumpsuit. I don't miss it. I walk into the courtyard, where other inmates stare at me. I think they were here when I was here last.

I am pushed into my new cell, where my new cellmate is "taking a leak" in the toilet in our cell. He turns around and my face changes to anger. Its the dude that I beat up in here the last time. He looks like he wants to kill me. Shit, he is walking over to me.

"Ha, look who we have here....." He grabs me by the collar, then spits in my face. "I can finally get payback." I wipe his saliva off of my eye and look at him. I am in no mood to fight back. Next thing I know, I am on the floor being kicked and punched in the face, ribs, and legs. All of this pain is nothing when I think of Callie.

Callie's p.o.v.

I looked online to see when the juvenile office opened up this morning. It said six. Its 4:45 am. I am going to get Brandon out of that hell hole, and we are going away. I don't know where, but somewhere other than here. I just can't live with these liars anymore. They lied and took away the one I love without even any sympathy. I snook into my moms room and ran into their walk- in closet/laundry room. I shut the door behind me so they wouldn't see me. I went over to the safe. I put in the combination, 3658, representing the numbers of our birthday months. I open it and take most but not all of the money in the safe. It should last us a few months, including bail money. I quietly close the safe, and tip toe out of their room. By the time I am ready to leave between leaving notes, and such. It is 5:43. I head towards the the front door. I now embark on a jouney to rescue and live with the underestimated hero.

I arrive at the front office of the detention center. I go towards this middle aged woman, that seemed like she hated life period.
"May I help you?" The woman says in a groggy tone.

"Yes, I would like to pay a inmates bail, and pick him up to be released?" I stated in more of a question. She stared at me with a questionable look, but shrugged and simply pointed down the hall.

"Third door to your left, hun."

I walked away a little terrified. I mean I can't even imagine what its like inside the gates. I open the door and see a box office in a dark room. I walk up to the speaker and see he is asleep. I knock on the glass seperating us. He jolts up out of his seat, almost falling out of it.

"Here to pay bail?" He asks in a low, monotone voice.
"Yea." I put my bag on the table provided.

"Name of inmate." He says pullig out a form and pen.
"Brandon Jabob."
"Oh, Jacob. Good luck with that little beast." He says filling out the form not looking at me.
" Can we just finish and get this over with, so I can go?!" I ask impatiently. We need to get out of town, before my mom realizes im even gone. I am nervously tapping my fingertips on the table.

"The bail is 850" he says in a jetlagged tone. I pull out my wallet and give him the cash.

"Just sign here and here. After your finished here, go outside by the front gate, and he will be out in 10-20 minutes." He says making x marks, showing me where to sign. I put down my signature, using my shaky writing hand. I nod and hand him the form. I grab my bag, and head out the door.

The sky is now orange and blue. I make it to the front gate and pace back in forth thinking of what to do. I didn't exactly plan it. I just want to be in his arms again.

Brandon's p.o.v.

I lay in my bunk bed. I can't sleep , all I can think about is Callie. And her face that I saw as I was taken away. It made my heart shatter to hear her muffeled screams. She said that she loved me, and i loved her too. I am probably never going to see her again. So I might as well just get back to the old Brandon. The lifless, and careless Brandon, who doesn't care what happens to him, because no one else does.